May 2015
'
I am never without Ludwig
that mess of tangled hair
accompanying me with his
fifth, ninth, and moonlight
• • • in my now unplugged ears
for his remains forever
resonant silence against
blaring cacophony of mind
bars on vibrant circus
stereo muted, no longer
blasting at my need to hear
thousands of times before
now lilts, indelibly sealed
o, but he moves me still
_ _ __ ✒
○●
°
I am never without Ludwig
that mess of tangled hair
accompanying me with his
fifth, ninth, and moonlight
• • • in my now unplugged ears
for his remains forever
resonant silence against
blaring cacophony of mind
bars on vibrant circus
stereo muted, no longer
blasting at my need to hear
thousands of times before
now lilts, indelibly sealed
o, but he moves me still
_ _ __ ✒
○●
°
